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The House Looks Like A Painting
O, the house looks like a painting
we can't agree on anything
what I want is meaningless to you
what you want awkwardly remains obtuse
and unreadable
O, the house looks like a painting
no longer are we in step with anything
you casually slighted something
I spent the morning trying to unpack it
to understand you
It's corrosive
it's unsustainable
it's the only way we know to be
I...
Monday 20th August 2018 10:23 pm
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